Ava's Symphony

Diana

Hello my dear reader chums, I consider this a new start since the last few chapters was actually by fourteen-year-old me and it wasn't that good (IT WASN'T GOOD AT ALL).

I would like to make the following changes: (a) I'm thinking of not putting the whole song into the chapter because it's gonna waste tons of space and my effort of actually WRITING MY OWN STUFF. so I'm still gonna keep half of the song and the bridge, maybe, if it makes sense. (b) I'm not focusing too much on the boys because I'd look like a carrot that way. I would be writing it like my own journal where normal teenage stuff happens, not concerts and parties every night haha.

yeah so I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoy writing it. :)

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Four uneventful months after my sixteenth birthday, (which is a serious fast-forward) it is time for the annual Sports Day, or should I say, I'm-not-planning-on-sporting-at-all Day.

The alarm clock pulls me out of my sleep at six a.m. and it fills me with dread because that's the day where I am going to have to cheer for my class which Ann and Scarlett don't belong in. But that's not the main issue.

It's always been a regret, not switching classes to be with them. It's not that they have a better class or I'm jealous that I don't get to be in Excel. The problem is with my class, Pinnacle. How should I put it? Spiteful? Selfish? Immature? Maybe a combination of the three? Let me put it this way, there is so much drama that I don't give a rat's arse about, but then the Mean Girls just likes to create a part for everybody. I always thought homerooms were supposed to give the students a sense of belonging, but it seems that my homeroom experience took the wrong turn. I hate Pinnacle, I hate the people in it. There is not one single person in it that I have the slightest bit of affection for. And I think Pinnacle feels the same towards me.

Perhaps my natural boney figure somehow makes people jealous or something. It's pretty obnoxious actually, when they call me anorexic, after all it's something negative. I try explaining to them every time, but each attempt seems futile. Or the time when they were talking about me instead of with me, on the topic on how much am I like a nerd, which I do not care if they do right now.

But these all hurt. On the outside I'm all I-don't-give-a-fudge, though what's going on inside... I don't dare imagining what would it be if it was a painting. It would defo' be a terrible one.

Grabbing a piece of butter toast, I sprint out the front door. It is now 07:32. It takes exactly fifteen minutes for me to get there by bus, not including the time taken waiting for the bus. I just hope I don't miss the Mass PE after the opening ceremony. It's like the only enjoyable thing on Sports Day where the whole school does these goofy dance routines along to pop/house music, which is still okay for me because I can watch other people doing the same thing. Heckyesthebusishere!

And here I am at the sports ground, arriving at exactly 7:58.

After all the opening ceremony stuff, including the weird dance moves along with Hoedown Throwdown, the track events begin. Here the dull announcer voice says, "Attention, 1000m competitors please proceed to the rally spot on the left side of the spectator stands. This is the first call. Please arrive your respective rally spot before the third final call. Thank you."

Now that it's officially I'm-not-planning-on-sporting-at-all Day, I am planning on just sitting there on the spectator stand and walking to the tuck shop if necessary. I plug in my earbuds and Diana strikes me suddenly for no reason. My mind is now running along the streets of melodies trying to get the song back from my conscious. I have to listen to Diana okay. I then scroll along the list and select the song. Meanwhile, let me imagine the scenes if there was a Diana music video. Though I seriously thought that there would be one, like after all if was the first leaked song. Okay back:

You get the perspective of five different girls. They're not drop-dead gorgeous like the girls they typically use for videos, and there's actually one for each of them this time. Girls from completely different parts of the world. All called Diana, of course. Cliché much? Yes.

Alright. So you see girl 1, she's crying in her bathroom for whatever reason, and reaches for a bottle of pills. She dumps the whole bottle into her hand, preparing to swallow every last one, when a hand covers her own. It's Liam. He takes the pills, flushing them immediately.

Then you see girl 2, and she's maybe getting bullied at school. Spending time hiding in the water closets because she has nowhere else to go, then there's a knock on the stall, she unlocks the door and finds that it's Zayn behind it. He came to her rescue.

Then it goes to girl number 3. She steps onto the scale, and you see her reaction to whatever the weight may be, and it takes a toll. She runs to the mirror, examining what she considers as flaws. She becomes disgusted, and hits the mirror, shattering it inevitably. As she reaches for a shard of glass to bury into her chest, two arms are wrapped around her waist. Niall then removes the lethal glass piece from her bloody hand, dropping it to the floor.

Now there's girl 4. She's in her bathtub, the razor blades leaving intricate marks along her thighs. The water begins to run. She looks up to see Louis, metaphorically washing away her pain, turning off the tap and helping her up out of the tub.

Then there's girl 5. She walks home after a long day at school, already drained, and comes home to her parents fighting. She immediately heads to her room and hides in the corner, pulling her knees to her chest and pressing play on her phone trying to drown her emotions out. Diana begins to play.

(COPY LINK PLEASE TO ENJOY LE MUSIC https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z8vYQ6QTXC4)

"The front pages are your pictures, they make you look so small. How could someone not miss you at all?"

Two hands pull to remove her from the corner, and she's greeted by a smirking Harry. "I never would mistreat ya, oh I'm not a criminal. I speak a different language but I still hear your call."

Each boy begins to run with their girl. They run down the stairs, down the hall, down the streets, and end up at a concert. "Diana, let me be the one to light a fire inside your eyes. You've been lonely, you don't even know me. But I can hear you crying. Diana, let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life. I don't think you even realise, baby you'd be saving mine." The boys take their places on stage and the camera zooms out to show these girls are just random fans in the crowd.

"It's only been four months but you've fallen down so far. How could someone mislead you at all." Uh I don't know, bullies?

"I wanna reach out for you, I wanna break these walls. I speak a different language but I still hear you call."

It was all a vision of the mind. Nothing but imaginary dreams. They never actually met them in person, but those boys still touched the girls' hearts individually, and saved each and every one of them.

"We all need something. This can't be over now. If I could hold you, swear I'd never put you down."

Okay like near the end of the video should cut to the boys sitting there, as serious as ever, saying a message like:

Liam, "We know you all have troubles,"

Harry, "but we're here for you."

Zayn, "Don't ever let anyone affect you but yourself."

Niall, "You're all beautiful,"

Louis, "and you're our princesses."

"Diana, let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life. I don't think you even rea-" Just as I am about to reach the end of the song, a indefinite figure runs over to me and yanks out my earphones. I look up to see that it happens to be our dear (not so dear) class president, Elsie. "What the hell are you sitting here doing nothing? Get your ass up and cheer for our damn class! Ugh, how many damn times you I have to tell you people?! Just cheer, we gotta win this sh*t." I say nothing but smile. She rolls her eyes then goes away. Honestly, she is way better than the rest of Pinnacle. I mean at least she's honest about what she feels, nothing like those pathetic two-faced divas. I hate her, but I hate her to the least degree possible.